[Chorus:]Who be rockin it constantly? (Krs)Who be droppin philosophy? (Krs)For the real it got to be (Krs)Them niggaz ain't stoppin me (Krs)Whack rappers they got to go (let 'em have it)So they front on that microphone (let 'em have it)

[Krs-One:]I be comin in all wild with raw stylesGoin that long mile, makin 'em all smileMake it happen, mc'n no rappin, believe me I'm strappinYou see me I'm slappin, believe me you deceive meIt can greasy, I'm cappin, bring the action, add the clipsStart subtractin, multiply them shots, you a fractionRaise up, blaze up, get made upYou wanna bug out you'll get, sprayed up - now~!(Bo bo bo bo... Yeah!)

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[Krs-One:]It's the Temple, expandin your mentalInebriated instrumentals believe me nothin defends youWhen I spit, rappers be runnin out really quickThey come with that silly shit, but them not really itKris is it, them an idiot, if it wasn't for radio programminYou wouldn't be feelin it, or willin itOriginal, metaphysical, meta-lyricalForever spiritual, really man, I ain't feelin you(Yeah! Yeah! Whattup?)

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[Krs-One:]I'm somethin like a phe-nom-enon, fast like ramadanYou can never tell what style I'm onWise like Solomon, unlike any udda monIf you lookin for that bling bling, go check dat udda monWhat I utter mon be butter mon, straight from the gutter monBoxcutter in one hand, buck in the other oneLyric I got a ton of 'em, gunnin 'em, not frontin 'emBack again, it's krs-One and them, ohh~!(Woooo! ... So)